Prayer For A Prayer
Dorothy Parker
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Prayer For A Prayer
Dearest one, when I am dead
Never seek to follow me.
Never mount the quiet hill
Where the copper leaves are still,
As my heart is, on the tree
Standing at my narrow bed.
Only of your tenderness,
Pray a little prayer at night.
Say: "I have forgiven nowI,
so weak and sad; O Thou,
Wreathed in thunder, robed in light,
Surely Thou wilt do no less."
Dearest one, when I am dead
Never seek to follow me.
Never mount the quiet hill
Where the copper leaves are still,
As my heart is, on the tree
Standing at my narrow bed.
Only of your tenderness,
Pray a little prayer at night.
Say: "I have forgiven nowI,
so weak and sad; O Thou,
Wreathed in thunder, robed in light,
Surely Thou wilt do no less."